𝘈 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 (𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘺 3 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯)

Chapter 13: Alive

"You know, it's not even the kiss that told me something was wrong." Vaas ' eyes are dark, dangerous, out of this world. "She kissed me, did you know that? She. Kissed. ME!"

He hits his chest, his whole body erupting in rage. Then he calms, laughs, paces around.

"You're a good actress, nena. I believed you." He applauds her. "I was way in there, nena, I believed you, I was," he motions to the clouds, hidden above the trees. Laughs his mad laugh. "It's that bitch from the bar, no? She told you about this. Oh you played me so bad, nena!"

Tim aims his rifle and fires, but all that comes out is a click. Jammed. Vaas has not even blinked.

"But it's not the kiss, no, no, no, it wasn't the kiss, that made me think, 'Vaas, something is wrong here, something isn't right,she's playing you hermano...', no, no, no,what made me go after you this morning, nena, it's that FUCKING DOG!"

Tim throws his gun in anger.

"Lara, give me your gun." His hand is extended, expectantly, as he looks at Vaas. He doesn't doubt for a second that she will comply.

"That fucking dog, that ugly little shit, because nena, you were saying goodbye to that thing, you were hugging it like it was fucking beautiful, no? And then you fucking played me!" He's yelling again, hitting his heart, pacing wildly in front of them.

Lara feels like crying, because he is hurt, for real, and she feels nasty, she didn't have to kiss him, it was cruel, and she understands that now.

"I didn't...! Vaas, I wasn't playing you!"

"Lara it doesn't matter, pass me the gun!" Shouts Tim.

"I was saying goodbye!"

And she doesn't know why she's justifying herself. She's got nothing to apologise for, he abducted her, he did this, she's done nothing wrong! He's forced her into all of this, how could he not expect her to try and leave?

"Lightfoot, just pass me the fucking gun! NOW!"

Lara shakes her head. She doesn't want him dead.

"What the fuck, Lightfoot? Stockholm syndrome much? Give it to me!"

"No! Don't, don't, I don't want him to die!"

"Lightfoot! What are you doing? We're leaving! Now! Just shoot him, then! Come on!"

"There's- there's been e-enough k-killing, I can't, I..!"

She's walking away from Tim, she sudenly realises, and is now halfway to Vaas. He's yet to do anything, he's watching them, he's not even scared.

"He'll kill you, you idiot! He'll kill both of us! He killed Brad! He's a maniac, I know him, Citra told me everything, trust me he deserves to die!"

"Citra?" Vaas looks up to the invisible sky, laughs again, throws his arms in the air. "Citra's been talking to you? My sister's been talking to you? She's been telling you all her stories? Huh?" His laugh turns taunting, mocking Tim. "You're so fucked, white boy."

"Fuck this." Says Tim, and he reaches for his machete.

"Tim, no, wait!"